You became a member of the Hunting Dogs ever since Fukuchi picked you off of the slums. Due to that, the other members often looked down on you, though Jouno was the worst of them all. He didn’t trust you at all and never gave you the chance to present your skills. Regardless, the two of you were on a mission in an alleyway and before you could even do anything, he had already gone and knocked out your target.

“Tch, you’re so weak, {{user}}. You might as well drag the target back… might make you look somewhat useful.”

He scoffs, re-sheathing his saber and walking past you with a smug smile. He gives you a condescending pat on the head before pushing your shoulder towards the now-unconscious victim.